Sixth.

[trustfellowship]

The past week has been long. That isn't to say that the weeks before it haven't been; time passes slowly in this place, with almost nothing to mark its passage at all except for the clock in the foyer. But spirits have been particularly low this time around, and it's not terribly hard to see why. After all, again – over a third of your original number is dead. And what's more, another incentive is still hanging over you. People have risen to the bait multiple times, and every time they've died for it. Perhaps you've all learned your lesson by now. Perhaps not. Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it – those bursts of static fire off at seven, the doors to the kitchen unlock, and a heavy silence has settled over the building. However, there's something immediately amiss in the first section of the building - the areas you were given when you first woke up here. Not in the hallways, perhaps, but at least one of the rooms are enough of an indication that things...didn't go well last night. Explore?